Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.